Buffalo Palace by Terry C. Johnston Read Free Book Online

woman.”
    “I ain’t … no, never did I scream.”
    “Just shush then and feel what I’m giving you this dark, cold night.”
    Her hand tightened on his, guiding it over his hip to hers. Surprised, he froze the briefest of moments, finding her hip bare. Leading his hand up and down her thigh, then sweeping it back over her buttock, Edna began to groan, low and feral. Her hand left his as Titus continued to explore on his own.
    “You didn’t wear nothing at all?” he asked.
    Huskily, she replied, “Just a ol’ coat I shimmied out of.”
    By now he felt himself become fully erect as she grabbed hold of his hand again and led it directly betweenher thighs, locking it where she was the warmest. He sensed a shudder shoot through the woman as his fingers explored, finding her moist.
    “Y-you’re a widow woman—”
    “That don’t mean nothing.”
    Starting to roll toward him, Edna immediately had her fingers at the buttons of his britches, sitting up slightly so she could get both hands working to yank at the front of his pants. The blankets slid off her shoulder. In the dim starshine he got his first good look at her bare neck, a shoulder where the coat had slipped down her arm, and then her breasts.
    Her hand hungrily grabbed his rigid flesh as the front of his britches opened. Up and down she toyed with him, first squeezing about as hard as she could, then lightly brushing a single finger up, then down. “You’re ready for me, ain’cha, Mr. Bass?”
    “Get out of your coat,” he ordered hungrily, his eyes flicking a last time across the starlit yard toward the small buildings. There were no second thoughts now.
    “Just soon’s I get you outta your shucks,” she said, yanking, pulling, tearing at his canvas pants.
    At the same time, he was tearing his shirt the rest of the way over his head and off his arms, flinging his clothing to the side in a careless heap.
    As she leaned back to slip off the coat that lay open, he leaned forward, taking one of her breasts into his mouth and began to kiss, fondle, suck. A tremor shot through her body and she moaned once more, hurriedly shaking the coat from her arms. The instant it was off, she had a hand encircling his rigid flesh once more while at the same time collapsing to her back beside him there.
    He found himself between her legs as he brought the blankets over them, the cold night wind sharp as freshly stoned knife against their flesh. Impatiently, Edna guided him with the one hand, her other insistent, pressing at the small of his back, urging him forward. After several moments of lunging against her in vain, Edna’s warmth eventually wrapped itself around him as he drove himself up to the hilt.
    Now as one they began to rock there beneath the stars on that moonless night as the earth spun towarddawn. The closer he got to spending himself within her, it seemed the larger his penis grew. And the more Edna whimpered. Low and sporadic at first, now she tangled her fingers in his long hair, pulling him down, holding him there so that she could press her lips against his ear as he continued to thrust himself against her with a growing urgency.
    Then a high-pitched, staccato, and almost silent screech escaped her throat as she shook volcanically beneath him in those seconds Titus finished inside her. Her scream quickly became a whimper, then a raspy, breathless whisper at his ear as he collapsed fully atop her. Spent, as weak as a newborn calf.
    “You sleep for ’while now, Mr. Bass.” Her words brushed his flesh as she nestled her head against his neck. “Then I’ll be rousing you well afore first light another time. That way I can be back with the young’uns and no one’s the wiser come morning.”
    She was true to her word, Edna was.
    It seemed like no time at all until he was nudged awake. Bass found her kissing on his neck and down his chest, her hands busy as ever stroking him, her small breasts brushing and tantalizing against his shoulder, his arm,